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    Honeypelt stood under a tree. It was raining, and she was not in the mood to get wet, she wasn't a Riverclan cat. The camp was boring today, so out of boredness she went out. Everything was good, for other cats. The fresh kill pile was overflowing, nothing was wrong that she knew of. So why shouldn't she go out? The smell of the rain was nice, it made her feel calm. However, not even the rain could erase her lonliness. The weight of her lonliness became heavier everyday and the one cat who was able to make her forget was gone. He went off to join another clan, she was happy for him, it wasn't like they were together. But still, when he left, she felt as lonlier as ever. Will I always be like this? she asked herself. At that thought, her heart sank. Will I always be like this? Will I never have kits or a mate? she asked herself. Honeypelt felt like she might start crying, and she felt like the weight she'd been carrying was making her sink.


    She asked herself a question she never asked. " Does anyone...notice me? " she mumbled. She let out a shaky sigh, and her pain surrounded her. No one ever does. Only him, he was the only one who did, and now..he's gone. Darkeyes...I hope you won't end up like me. Alone and pathetic she thought miserably. Sure, she did miss the cat, but she longed for more than Darkeyes. She wanted a companion, a cat who wanted her back. Someone to love, someone who understood her, someone who would stay with her. But how can I get someone like that, if no one notices me? she thought. That's why Honeyplet felt pathetic. She couldn't get anyone to notice her, she already knew why she was alone. It was because she was alone. She didn't really have any friends. Maybe clanmates who talked with her, but never anyone who was her true friend. And she didn't have a mate. My life sucks she thought miserably/sadly/bitterly. The rain continued to pour. The sounds of the forest were the only company she had at that moment. And she cried. She practially poured her eyes out. I'm such a alone and pathetic loser. My only real friend is the sound of the forest. I'm going to die like this too! she thought. She was being dramatic, and she knew it. No one will care or notice anyway she thought.

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    Just a little... bit... more! Mapleheart was inching closer and closer to the sparrow. She tensed up her muscles, mustering all her strength. The sparrow could easily flutter away if she wasn't careful in her actions. If I don't get this... coming out here would be all for nothing! I picked the perfect time to come out and get caught in the rain! she shook her head to herself.
    You're mine! she pounced, soaring into the air. Time seemed to slow down. Her jaws parted instinctively, ready to bite down on soft, delicate feathers. She tasted in air. Someone's nearby! she landed awkwardly, landing in the spot the sparow had been resting at, but the little bird had flown away long before. Her fur was splotched with rain, but she wasn't completely wet. Her paws sunk into the damp undergrowth of the forest.


    It was a ThunderClan cat. Though the smell of the rain had blurred up many scents, Mapleheart could still tell that it was close by. Who would be out here on a day like this? Besides me... she tasted in the air again and followed the scent until she was only a few deerlengths away. She ducked behind a tall elm tree. Gingerly, she peered out from her hiding spot. It was Honeypelt. The she-cat was all alone, under a tree. She was weeping.


    What's she doing here, all by herself? Mapleheart tried to keep her breathing silent. Hopefully, the pitterpattering of the rain would cover up the noises she made. I didn't know Honeypelt was so... she sucked in her breath and watched her. If she catches me... I'm crowfood! she wanted to turn back and flee into camp and take a nap in the warrior's den—there really wasn't much to do on a rainy day like this—but she also wanted to find out more about this lonely she-cat.

    WinterGaze was quite tired, as he padded through the dense forest after a hunting lesson with his smart Apprentice. it was raining, and the cold drops slicked back his chocolate fur, captivating his strong muscles and making them bulge with every step.


    slowly, he smelt the air as a strange scent filled his nose, cat. It smelled like home, so he wa sglad it wasnt a rogue; he really had no interest in fighting right now.


    following the scent, he came across a she cat, sitting in the pouring rain! As he walked closer not trying to hide himself, he noticed how broken she looked. he had never seen a cat looked so crushed before, and it pained him. no cat should ever feel this way.


    not caring if he saw her or not, he trotted up and sat in front of her. "hello. i am WinterGaze of Thunderclan. are you alright?" his aqua gaze was clouded with worry as he over looked the state of the she cat, and waited a reply. wintergaze was so focused on the she cat, he didnt even notice the other hiding in the bushes.


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    Mapleheart flinched as a ThunderClan warrior, Wintergaze, jumped right into the scene and started up a conversation. Mousedung! I should have done that! If they catch me they'll think I'm spying on them! she stifled a growl. She felt stupid, but a part of her still wanted to hang around and see what was up with Honeypelt.


    She couldn't hear what they were saying. Maybe I'm not supposed to be here, she thought nervously. Maybe I should go... she crouched behind the tree, praying to StarClan she wouldn't be caught.

    As wintergaze waited for a reply, he smelt another scent. lifting his nose in the air, he smelt a she cat, and he smelt fear.


    not wanting to make her any more scared, he flicked his tail, and gave a smug smile over his shoulder. he didnt know where she was, but he wanted her to know he knew she was there.


    casting his aqua gaze back on the she cat in front of him, his face crumpled as his eyes saw the poor disrought cat. what had happened? he thought to himself.


    Honeypelt startled by Wintergaze, didn't notice the nearby Mapleheart. " Oh " she said as she sniffled to try and get rid of the remaining tears " I'm..better than some ". At least I'm telling the truth she said. In side she wanted to pour out all her troubles to Wintergaze, but of course she knew she couldn't. Why would she? It's not like he was her bestest friend ever, but still, she wanted comfort. " Okay, I'm not doing so good " she said. " I uh had a friend outside of the clan, a loner, and he went to join another clan " she said, her eyes seemed to grow sadder. " We were like brother and sister I guess, but he isn't why I'm..sad " she said, starring at Wintergaze. [i]I can't believe I'm doing this!![/i] she thought, feeling stupid. " I just-well no one really..talks or notices me, in the clan " she said, strugguling to find the right words. " He was the only one..and now that he's gone, I'm alone " she said, tears starting to come down. " Oh gosh, I must look n sound really pathetic " she said. She looked down at her paws with shame.

    Mapleheart shrank back when Wintergaze looked towards her. Their eyes didn't meet, but the tom knew she was there. No use in hiding now. Sucking in her breath, she padded over to the two, greeting them with a flick of her tail.


    "What are you two doing out here? It's not a very good day for hunting." She remembered her own failed attempt to catch the sparrow she had been stalking. She tried not to look at Honeypelt in the eyes; she didn't know the she-cat very well at all. Although she seemed friendly (most cats did, anyways) it wouldn't be a good idea to jump right in and demand what was going on with her. It would be best to keep the atmosphere lightened.

    Honeypelt stared at Mapleheart. Unsure what to say, all she stuttered out was " Hi ". It sounded more like a question than she intended it too. " Umm..Mapleheart. May I ask what you're doing here? " she said softly. Honeypelt figured that she'd been there the whole time, but she just wanted to know what the apprentice was doing. Hunting would probably be her answer, but surely the clan wouldn't let the apprentice come out in rain like this?

    Wintergaze listened to what the she cat had to say with open ears. He was interested, and had impathy for the lonely cat.


    "i'm terribly sorry." it was clear on his face that Wintergaze meant every word, as he was said that he was an open book, always easy to read.


    "well, if you ever need to talk... like now for instance, im all ears." he sat up and walked over to the she cat, pressing his fur up against hers. it was wet, but he hoped it would bring a little comfort.


    Then he saw the she cat whom he had smelt earlier come into view, and he nodded in greeting. "hello. Mapleheart is it?" he had seen this cat before, as she was a very pretty color.


    Honeypelt said her thank you to Wintergaze, she was very grateful that the tom had cared. Now, however, she turned her attention to Mapleheart. She wasn't mad or anything, maybe just a little curious and amused.

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    Honeypelt figured that she'd been there the whole time, but she just wanted to know what the apprentice was doing.


    OOC; Mapleheart is a warrior. Just wanted to let you know. :)


    Mousedung! What now? Mapleheart pawed at the ground. "Oh, not much, just hunting. Got caught in the rain. There's nothing to do back in camp, anyways." She twitched her ears, hoping Honeypelt wouldn't ask more. You're such a mousebrain, she thought to herself.


    She nodded, acknowledging Wintergaze. "That's right." Pausing, she sat down, a little less than a deerlength away from the two cats.

    ooc: Opps. sorry!

    Honeypelt decided not to push further. " Thank you, again Winterblaze " she said as she nuzzled his neck, showing her appreciation. She didn't move from her spot under the tree though. She wanted to stay there with the two cats. The only two cats, besides Darkeyes, who noticed her. Her feeling of lonliness did not dissapear entirely, but they were dissapearing alright. Maybe not as fast as she'd like, but just slowly.

    OOC; that's alright (:


    It was rather quiet after Honeypelt's thanks to Wintergaze. Breaking the awkward silence, Mapleheart cleared her throat and stood up. The rain had lightened noticeably; now it was almost just a misty shower. "The clan is going to be wondering where we are if we stay here too long," she meowed, "we should head back... unless you want to do some hunting?" as if on cue, her belly rumbled loudly. Mapleheart sniffed in embarrassment. She looked at the two cats eagerly, hoping they'd come with her.

    "im not too hungry myself." Wintergaze purred when she touched his neck. "unless you are, Honeypelt. i wil go get you something."


    Wintergaze wondered why he was being so generous. in truth, he was a nice cat, but somehow he felt like he had to protect this damaged soul as best he could.


    secretly, he promised himself he would never let anything wrong happen to Honeypelt, as long as he was a Thunderclan warrior.


    Honeypelt, wishing her lonliness feeling would dissapear, decided that hunting would be a great distraction. " I'm up for it " she said, standing up. She stretched her paws and her hind legs, her tail sood up right, as if it were streching its self. " Wintergaze, only if you want to come " she said. " But we should make it quick, the can will bewondering where we are " she said.

    "of course." he murmered, and sniffed around for prey.


    coming across a trail of fresh rabbit, he went straight into a hunting crouch, and bunched his muscles.


    his pelt was wet, making his well tuned body ripple. slowly but surely he walked light on his feet, following the trail.


    Mapleheart flicked an ear in suspicion. Why was Wintergaze acting so nice to the she-cat? Maybe they knew each other or something. They're probably good friends. Mapleheart stood up to go when Honeypelt agreed to come. "Great! Let's go." She shook as much of the wetness as she could from her pelt and added, "we'll be back before you can say fresh kill!"


    Mapleheart tasted the air. Rabbits! Wintergaze had scented them too. Too fast for ThunderClan cats, she thought to herself, maybe WindClan. If they're lucky, Wintergaze will chase it over the border into their territory.

    As Wintergaze stalked the prey, he came across a large jack rabbit. Lucky for him, it was bigger, which meant slower. coming up behind it, the rabbit never saw it coming.


    leaping, he leapt onto its back. the rabbit took off, and he swipped with a paw, tripping it. stunned, in a flash Wintergaze bit down on the soft white fur.


    carrying his kill, he set it down at maplehearts paws, and sat; licking the blood of of his paw.


    Honeypelt sniffed the air, she smelt a squirrel nearby. She followed the scent until she saw it. It was a light brown squirrel, and it was holding a nut in its tiny paws. She quickly caught it, it died with a blow to the neck. Its warm body tingled Honeypelt's mouth. She walked back to Wintergaze and Mapleheart.

    Startled, Mapleheart stared at the plump rabbit. "Good catch!" she mewed. It's pretty fat. The extra weight must've slowed it down. But it's still a rabbit... I don't know if I'll ever be able to do that. Looking at Honeypelt and then at Wintergaze, she pushed the rabbit towards the she-cat with her nose. "I'll catch my own, if that's alright," she said, and parted her jaws.


    Mice—a whole family of them. Nearby. Even if they weren't fat and plump, there were enough to fill many bellies. Mapleheart flicked her tail and followed the scent trail. She was getting closer... closer... only a deerlength away...


    She pounced. She scaled through the air and spotted the mice. There were at least a dozen of them, most of them baby mice. They were trying to scurry into their little burrow deep in the ground. They saw her, a massive silhouette diving towards them. Most of them made it safely, to her dismay, but she did manage to trap two under her claws. Her weight had probably killed them on the spot, but to be sure, Mapleheart bit into both of them. She struggled to fit them both in her mouth—they would be heading back to camp in just a few moments, so there was no point in burying them—and padded to join the two cats again.